Title: Behind Closed Doors
Author: Saru Sasori (anglophile)
Spoilers: Left For Dead
Summary: Gibbs berates Abby for letting things slip in front of DiNozzo.

Author's Note: Called in as a backup for the GabbCollab challenge. This one's an established-relationship fic rather than a beginning.


Striding into the main NCIS forensics lab, Gibbs slowed his pace as he approached an engrossed Abby. Stepping up behind her, he leans forward so he's almost cheek to cheek with her. When he speaks, his voice is low enough not to carry out of their little bubble. "Eighteenth century French chastity belt, Abs?"

A rattle of keys from the workstation in front of her is the only tell that he's succeeded in startling her with his presence. She takes a calming breath before turning her head just enough to lightly brush her lips against his cheek before returning to face forward. "Thought that was more than you wanted to know."

Bracketing her with his arms, Gibbs traps her against her work station. Crowding in close, his front just barely touching her back, he pauses a moment to let the heat build before continuing. "You know better than to mention things like that while DiNozzo is in the room."

A mischievous glint and wicked grin precede her response. "Oh, and your comment about certain words coming from dark lips isn't just as bad?" She forces herself not to turn in his arms, knowing that they're on camera, and a meeting with Director Morrow is not on her agenda for the evening.

"I'm not the one telling Tony about copy room exploits, Abs."

A flush makes its way up Abby's neck as she ducks her head. "Sorry, heat of the moment. You know he doesn't suspect anything."

"He better not. Or I'll ration your Caf-Pow! for the rest of the week."

This time she can't stop herself from facing him. Still trapped against the high table at her back, she raises her eyes to his in indignation. "You wouldn't!"

Stepping in to bring them into full contact, he leans in to whisper in her ear. "Try me." A nip to her earlobe and he backs away, turning as if to leave. "Squad room, twenty minutes. Don't be late."

She shouts after him, "But I thought Tony was crashing on your couch!"

He doesn't dignify her with an answer as he leaves the lab.


Nineteen minutes later Abby is in front of Gibbs' desk, coat on and parasol dangling from her wrist. Gibbs uses the last minute to save his report of the Suzzanne McNeil case and grab his gun and badge from the desk drawer. Pulling on his coat, he ushers Abby towards the elevator with a hand at the small of her back.

Shooting him a questioning look, Abby is not surprised when Gibbs doesn't say anything until they're safely in the elevator, heading down to the ground floor. "Not up for the coffin tonight, but a history lesson sounds good."

The SF at the front door is left wondering what Special Agent "Hard Ass" Gibbs could possibly say to make Abby Sciuto giggle all the way to the parking lot.

END.